Reading Circle

We just don’t understand each other

Me and my friends

Reading books together

Still not together

We read the same book

Still not the same book

Talking about the book

Still we don’t understand

Each other

Surface and depths

Structure and details

I Don’t Want To Go

The end is so near

I am not ready

To end it all

Just lost the meaning

To live

Have to find a new one

I know I am not

Good enough and

That is not really

Where I want to be

Memories From A Broken Life

Watching the coffee drinkers

In a the chic café

The noise of people

Talking with muted

Voices

Quiet violence rushing

Into my ears

Hurting them

Memories of the terror

From earlier years awakens

Memories of torture day by day

Writing in subtle language

That do not heal the broken

Mind and heart

Grey Nights

Eternal grey clouds

Moving quickly over

The night sky

While I move across empty

Dark streets in the suburbs

Cold and tired after a

Long day,

I am received with

Angry words and demands

I do not know why

I am still here

In this sad position

It is like magic

Only the pine trees

Will be my witness

Lonely Running Time

Lonely forever and ever

That is my nature

All those people passing by

Without me knowing why

All those important things

That has to be done

Without any reason why

There is a stream in time

That everything has to be done

Now, or just before now

Run,run and run

Your life will not be fun

Nothing needs to be done

It is just an illusion of our

Time

The Unknown

Beyond the obvious

Beyond the creeks

There is always the

Unknown

Terra Incontigo,

The land of the strange

Headfooters and dragons

A savage place where the cannibals

Live and thrive

Or maybe it is just another suburb

Just as gray and rainy

As this one

Detrimental Subway

A slow moving train

Inside the pale white light

Gives no rest or mercy

For the tired men

Slowly killing their

Hopes and dreams in a

Calm and regulated fashion

While the solar year

Moves on and on

In an eternal circle

That eventually will

Put them underground

Forever

Very few tries to escape

The wheel of bad fortune

Fewer still succeed

Moving beyond

The possible or expected